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No, no, I say hastily, I’m not announcing some narrow-minded new exclusionary policy for Spanking Blog. Nope, it’s a sign I found on Flickr, found by the photographer in a restroom in a restaurant in Israel:
I thought the pony tail was a nice touch.
One of the things that makes Pain Toy stand out as a spanking and BDSM site is that they aren’t bound by the tired conventions of spanking porn. Here we see one of their lovely victims models being menaced with the whippiest of thin canes being applied to the fronts of her thighs:
I’m thinking that’s gonna smart….
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Here’s a single still from an unknown anime movie, featuring that old classic, a maid spanking:
From Usenet.
More fun with the electric fly swatter (aka the Zapper Paddle), from My Not-So-Secret Self. This time it’s the inner thighs that get zapped:
The wires hot with electricity touch the tender flesh of my inner thigh and I feel it surge along my body; unlike the cattle prod it doesn’t echo deep into my body but rather seems to travel along my skin, like waves in the ocean slipping away into calm nothingness.
She pauses, waiting for my response; it really doesn’t hurt all that much, and I tell her so, giggling quietly. As she agrees with me, I jerk involuntarily at the unexpected touch of the fly swatter on my other thigh.
This time, I give in to the electricity – letting the incredible feelings wash over me. I feel zippy light pain, almost indistinguishable from the floaty mindless pleasure that overwhelms me. But before the sensations have a chance to dissipate, I feel it starting all over again as she touches the fly swatter to the first thigh, yet again.
The intensity of the electricity becomes harder to control as she gently touches the fly swatter back and forth between my inner thighs. I lose control quickly and she coos at me calmly that I need to stay still. Despite my best efforts, my legs are thrashing and my body won’t stop moving – I can no longer defeat the current.
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There have been rumblings from the Spanking Blog audience of late, complaining of perhaps too many “schoolgirl” outfits appearing here. I am sympathetic; unless it’s your precise kink, fully grown women in knee socks can get to seeming silly after awhile. Still, I could not resist this little sequence of spanking pictures from Spanked Cutie. First we find our penitent “student” being caned over her plaid skirt:
Then the skirt’s flipped up to show the vivid rosy glow she’s earned:
And now we see her stripping for further punishment, while shedding big crocodile tears in hopes of ameliorating what’s coming:
Say it together with me: “Awwww……”
More pictures from this spanking series are here.
I’ve written before about the mixture of horror and hilarity that goes through my head when I find kinky people excoriating other kinky people for crossing the line and indulging in the wrong kind of kink. Imagine, then, my amusement in discovering this post by Adele Haze:
There’s a mindset which seems to dictate that you consider everybody who had an edgier kink than you a total pervert, whereas you and your friends are simply in touch with your sexuality.
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So, a person into spanking but not knife play will freak out about knife play. A person into knife play but not latex will point his finger at the latex people. Adult babies get the stick from just about everybody, while folks who are into branding and real heavy physical stuff are reduced to scared blubbering heaps by a hint of simple domestic discipline. Race play? Don’t even start. And so it goes, around and around and around.
What gets to me is that you never know what remark will make somebody shudder in disgust at you. Narrow minds begin to narrow in the most unexpected spots.
It can get totally stupid between people who are all into spanking. Same kink, right? That’s what you’d have thought. And then the Spanking Is Sexual and Spanking Isn’t Sexual camps smash together and begin arguing their point, while the people for whom spanking can be both things depending on the circumstances sit in the middle with their heads spinning. And how about the Role-Play Is Fun and the Dressing-Up Is For Idiots camps? After that you get the Spanking Is Serious and the Spanking Should Be Fun people pitching fits, declaring each other wannabes, pretenders, abusive bastards and all that stuff.
If nothing else, she’s reminding me of how little I miss the spanking discussion boards, which I used to frequent before I got too busy working on this blog and keeping Bethie in line. (Of course, Bethie’s board is different, because she mostly moderates the kinky prudes into oblivion, and she keeps the hissing catfights to a dull roar.)
I have to share with you this very-well-presented bottom covered in light caning welts. Isn’t it the prettiest thing?
From this free gallery courtesy of Red Ass Teens.